Calvin, babysat guerilla commando
Okay, I'm back. Sorry about the wait, I've been really busy. So lets just get down to the next part, which everyone has either been waiting for, hoping I wouldn't write, or just plain ignoring. I'm making up for the wait with a nice, loooooooooooooong chapter (Along with the conclusion!). Thanks to everyone who reviewed and commented!
Disclamer: I'm certain you bloodsucking legal parasites who force us to write these disclaimers know I don't own Calvin and Hobbes, but, just to be safe, I don't.
Babysat guerilla commandos VS. The Naggon Empress
Calvin grinned. The members of G.R.O.S.S had certainly outdone themselves in anti-Chainsaw Alien measures.
He was hoping it would take Rosalyn while she was walking away and leave them alone. But in case it didn't, it would get a few surprises.
"Okay, Hobbes. Is everything in place?"
"Yeah, but I see-"
"No time, Hobbes! We need to check the traps on the windows."
"I did, but-"
"What about the bathtub? And the entryway?"
"Yeah, yeah, they're ok, but-"
"What about the stairs?"
"YEAH, BUT-"
"What is it? What's so important?"
"Your parents just pulled into the drive, and they have Rosalyn with them!"
In Calvin's mind, the scarred and battle-hardened Dictator-for-life of G.R.O.S.S, the last surviving vestiege of humanity to resist the invading Naggons (he had been playing quite a few video games lately, before his mom saw what they were rated) gave orders to his First Tiger as the Naggon shock troops poured into the G.R.O.S.S hideout.
"Quick, Hobbes! Arm the Destructo-Bombs! We can hold out in the War Room!"
"Yes, SIR!" said Hobbes, quickly falling into his role and grabbing a handfull of limp balloons and two dart guns.
Calvin's dad groaned, seeing the sticky pink gum oozing out of the lock.
"I alway's knew that he would lock us out..."
Calvin's mom grinned. "That's why I never told him about that door around back. He thinks it was boarded up."
Rosalyn smiled. "Well, I really need to go."
"Okay, here's your pay."
As Rosalyn left, Calvin's dad groaned again.
"She's really running a racket..."
Calvin heard the noise of a door opening. He gritted his teeth, hiding in the bathtub.
"How did they get past the force fields!"
"Don't know, sir, but maybe we should lead a strike team?"
"Exellent idea, Hobbes. You're promoted to Chief Strategic Officer. Here's a bottle cap of valor."
"Thanks, Dictator-for-life Calvin."
"Welcome. The enemy should be hitting the booby traps right about...NOW."
From downstairs, there came a crashing, thumping sound, a splash, and..."WHERE'S THAT KID?"
Calvin grinned again. "Water pail over the door. A classic. Let's go."
"Ok, dart guns-"
"AHEM."
"I mean, electro-pistols and Destructo-bombs all around."
"Much better."
The duo crept downstairs, avoiding the booby-trapped third and fourth steps up. They quickly found Calvin's parents, trying their hardest to avoid the marbles and tacks scattered around the living room floor.
"FIRE! DIE, NAGGON SCUM!"
"CALVIN, NOT IN THE HOUSE!"
But it was too late. The blond-headed terror had flung his water balloons. Calvin's parent's ducked, and they smacked against the wall. Calvin, seeing the expression on his parent's faces, decided to call a tactical retreat, covering it with his dart gun. Unfortunately, he forgot about the booby-trapped third step, and tripped over the jump rope he stole from Susie. He made a grab for the fourth step, but it was covered in soap. He slid down and came to a bumpy halt next to Hobbes. He tried an innocent grin, but his parents, but it was obvious that they weren't buying it. He then tried a different tack.
"You'll never get anything from me, Naggon Empress!"
"I think I will. Specifically, I want an apology."
"That's it?"
"AND you're grounded until you clean this place up, remove the traps, and get the gum out of the keyholes!"
"Dad, make her see reason! PLEASE!"
"It builds character."
"AUUUUUUGGGGGHHHHHHH!"
So, the mission of the baby-sat guerilla commandos ended in complete catastrophy. However, that won't stop Spaceman Spiff and his trusty co-pilot from making an escape attempt from the alien dungeon...
That's the end! R&R, please!
